"All the species in all the universe and it has to come out of a cow."

I seem to be developing a cough. One of the really, really unpleasant ones that feels like it's kind of trying to rip your lungs out through your throat? Yeah. One of those. I wish it would stop. It's July. This can't at least happen in winter? You know? When it's supposed to? Bah.

Although, really, summer in Florida? Probably worse for my ability to breathe than winter in places further north.

I need to write. And do some other stuff. Which I am having trouble getting the motivation to do. Blah. My trouble writing things lately is that I don't want to finish anything. I want to start a million things. I get to where I might finish something, and I freeze up. It's annoying. I did, however, beta lionessvalenti's so-called Fic from Hell, which was fantastic, and made me happy. I missed her writing.

Though I'm so glad I read it while Evie wasn't home, because reading Doctor Who or Torchwood fic, especially when I'm trying to edit it, I cannot keep myself from reading the dialogue aloud. Especially when it's the Doctor or Gwen, and you do not want to hear my attempts at a Welsh accent. Ever. Ianto, I can never figure out, so I don't even bother. It's really just so I can figure out where the emphasis goes on a line, but I probably sound absolutely ridiculous.

I don't know, apparently it was important for everyone to know that.

I'm just gonna go back to hacking up my lungs now, I think.